School Bus Bench Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

For some time he's been
standing here, not far from
their bench, swallowing what
they spit, hidden in the dark,
darkness of his skin, his Jaws locked
and his thick lips folded as both
his fists, his dilated pupil buried
deep beneath his eyelashes, nervously
twitching as laughter thunders
suddenly, their laughter is
louder than before, their
whispers grows sharper now
and then, their pointed
fingers cut through air like
thousand spears, aiming at
his chest. He could barely
cage his heart from pacing.
Across countless thunderous
laughter a cracking voice, a
cracker's voice struck like
lightening. You don't
belong here, monkey face.

|Suss KaMzibeni|